Happiness is like a crystal,Fair and exquisite and clear,Broken in a million pieces,Shattered,scattered far and near,Now and then along lifes pathway,Lo! some shining fragments fall; But there are so many pieces No one finds them all. You may find a bit of beauty,Or an honest share of wealth,While another just beside you Gathers honor,love and health.. Vain to choose or grasp unduly,Broken is the perfect ball; And there are so many pieces No one ever finds them all. Yet the wise, as on they journey, Treasure every fragment clear,Fit them as they may together, Imagining the shattered sphere,Learning ever to be thankful, Though their share of it is small; For it has so many pieces, No one ever finds them all.....
